Chapter 6
It was like my horrified eyes couldn’t comprehend what was happening as the car sunk slowly underneath the fetid waters.
It sunk without a trace, like it had never been there in the first place.
How deep was that lake?
Like everything else in Ashgrove Manor, it was deceptively dangerous.
I stumbled forward and Gabriel grabbed me, plucking my purse from my shoulder.
“What are you doing?”
He rifled through the rest of my purse, smirking as he saw my little handbook of common psychiatric diagnoses, then frowning as he saw the pack of my birth control pills.
Dropping the purse, he suddenly tore open the pill pack, crumbling them between his fingers.
“What are you doing?”
“Your body is under my control now. I’ll decide when you get pregnant and when you don’t.”
My skin ran cold.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That means maybe I want to trap you here in every way I can.”
He held up one remaining pill, his dark eyes glittering at me.
“Give it to me!” I cried, and he crushed it between his fingers, smirking.
“You cannot seriously want me to get pregnant?” I shriek-hissed. “You’re 22 years old! I’m 38!”
He gripped me by the chin, the remnants of pills falling between his fingers.
“I want total control over your body. Every inch of it. If I want you pregnant, you’re going to be pregnant.”
“You know nothing about me!”
“I know you want to study psychopaths. You can study my cock on the back of your throat.”
Even though I had always prided myself on my scholarly calm and detachment, my belief that every psychopath could learn to develop empathy, it all fled from me as I reached up to slap his face.
He caught my hand easily and rapped my grabbing knuckles with his, grinning as I grimaced.
“Too slow. That’s naughty, doctor.”
Just then I heard a noise, and recognized the voices of Lucian and Hemsworth coming down the front steps.
Instantly, Gabriel’s big hand was up the back of my sweatshirt and around my throat, and I realized with panic that it was hidden from view by the long fall of my hair.
“Oh! How’s it going?” Lucian asked with surprise when he saw us together.
Gabriel tightened his fingers around my throat as a warning.
“Fine!” I croaked.
“So glad you decided to stick around,” Lucian said. “I promise, if you give him another chance, you won’t be sorry. Son, you will see that she’s here to help you.”
“Oh, I know she’s here to help me,” Gabriel said. “I think I just need some time with my stepmother. It’s therapeutic.”
He guided me by the throat down the grass and past the graveyard as the other two men wandered down by the lake, where my car was resting on the soggy bottom.
“Oh, you think you’re so smart!” I hissed, clawing at the fingers around my throat. “I’m never going to marry your father now!”
He snorted. “Of course you aren’t. You’re mine now. You want to be a stepmommy? Fuck that, I’ll make you a mama for my babies.”
I squawked in dismay and he pulled open the gate around the graveyard and shoved me down the open steps of the crypt.
It was made of gray marble, slick with moss, the air heavy with disuse.
“Stop, Gabriel!” I said, trying to pull away.
But he kissed my throat, then pulled at my skin with his teeth.
His hands moved to my hips and he began to pull my leggings and panties down.
“No! Lucian, help me! Lucian!”
The lips on my throat opened and suddenly sharp teeth sunk deep into my neck, making me squeal in pain.
“You won’t be getting any help from Lucian,” his hard, cold voice growled, and my skin crawled with terror.
He lifted me up onto one of the marble coffins, then ripped at my sensible panties, tearing them off and down my legs.
I opened my mouth to scream again, but a big hand was already clamped over it, so fast I didn’t even have time to bite him.
I kicked out in a panic, my foot landing on his thigh.
Then he yanked on my hips, my ass grinding back against the cold marble.
Thrashing my head back and forth, I bucked my hips in a desperate attempt to escape.
“Don’t bother,” Gabriel grunted.
I felt a thick, hard length between my thighs, and I tried to buck my hips away, but there was nowhere to go.
With one hand, he stilled my thigh, and I felt the massive tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy.
For one hopeful second I thought he wasn’t going to be able to do it while holding a hand over my mouth, but then I felt his fingers under my shirt, snapping my bra open.
Precum dripped from his dick, soaking my thighs as he tied the bra tightly around my mouth.
I didn’t even want to look down and see what he was trying to press into me, but there were going to be bruises on my thighs from how heavy and swollen his balls were.
His fingers bit down on my skin and my body tried to shrink away, then he snapped his hips forward and speared through me.
I screamed in a long, silent gargle as his cock overpowered my sensitive walls, his size so overwhelming that I felt like I was about to split open.
I had never been filled like that before and I felt tears of rage start to my eyes as liquid heat built in my core.
He fucked me hard, his hands trapping both my hips and forcing them to go as wide as possible so he could plunge his cock inside me and drag it through every screamingly sensitive inch of my walls.
The position forced me to look at him.
What was in those pitch-black eyes that stared steadily at me under thick dark lashes?
I couldn’t see one scrap of humanity.
Only an urge to dominate and control.
He drew his cock out and it was soaked with me, with how wet I was, and he paused before pressing it all the way inside again, my body unwillingly crawling with anticipation.
He kept dragging his cock by this one particular rough patch inside me, and I began to feel a horrified panic that I was going to come.
But I had no control over my body, my pupils feeling blown to hell, heat breaking out all over my chest.
My lungs felt like they were going to burst.
I wriggled my lips, hoping to be able to loosen the bra. If I could I was going to scream bloody murder!
I could still hear stupid Lucian and Hemsworth wandering around the graveyard, talking in low tones.
So close and so fucking far from help!
Each thrust put incredible pressure on every sensitive spot and he ground a palm down on my clit.
I screamed in silent agony as my body tightened to an unbearable peak and then I hit it, my hips shaking with humiliating weakness as wanton waves of pleasure filled me.
It seemed to last forever as he drew my nipples into his mouth, circling around the pink tips.
Then boiling heat poured into me as he released with a possessive grunt, cum leaking out with each violent thrust and rolling down my thighs, soaking the pants trapped around my ankles.
I was weeping with rage when he finally released the bra around my mouth, my jaw feeling achy and sore.
“I’m going to get you sent away for a long time,” I hissed.
As I struggled to sit up, his cum running down my thighs, he only flipped me onto my belly.
“Who said you could go anywhere?”
He forced me all the way over his cock again with a dirty wet sound.
How was he fucking hard already?
My cunt was burning as he pressed in, and he only grinned at me.
“Nice escape attempt. But you’re mine now. I have free use of you.”